In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

The holy sword screamed faintly, and was also dyed red with blood.

The blood bubble burst, and the red knight appeared.

The seriously injured Lancelot and Gawain looked at Anno silently.

At the end of his life, Anno abandoned his path and dignity as a knight, choosing to exploit his sins.

Sin against inhumans is redemption for human beings.

"Blood-soaked chalk." The mutilated Anno took the blood-stained red chalk and flew out out of thin air.

The evil sword was swung with a blood blade, like the huge sword energy of a full moon, from the chalk?Cut out.

A giant dragon was hit by blood energy, and it was directly cut in half like cutting tofu.

The remaining dragons roared in fear and fury, besieging Anno.

However, Anno, who was wrapped in blood, seemed to have endless physical strength.

The blood dyed the clouds red and covered the earth on the red carpet.

The blood-soaked Anno stood on the ground, tyrannical and graceful.

Most of the dragon was beheaded, and the rest fled back to the space gate with a wailing, daring not to touch Arthur again.

Anno turned around again and looked at the aliens still on the ground.

"Arrrrrrr——" The roar came out of his mouth, chalky?After ingesting the blood of the giant dragon, he once again waved a color called despair.

"This" Lancelot had never seen Anno like this.

The aliens were almost swept away by Anno alone.

Anno flashed to the foot of the hill of Cam Mountain, in front of the space door.

He seems to be admiring the space door.

Then, facing the boundary of the space gate, waved his chalk? .

The boundary of the space gate is extremely solid, and Anno swung four swords to completely smash one side.

The broken space door seemed to collapse. After being twisted and deformed, it returned to its original appearance.

=== Chapter [-] I am tired ===

Lancelot and Gawain were close to running out of fuel before the holy light of the holy spear was fired.

Gawain has been releasing Holy Light frequently in recent days, while Lancelot has consumed a lot of physical strength and magic power because of magic.

But even so, he and Gawain reached their limit.

The sun was about to set, and Gawain could no longer hold on, so he knelt on one knee on the ground, barely letting himself fall, but his sleepy eyes were completely closed and could not be opened again.

Lancelot leaned against a tree with his eyes half closed, looking at Anno who was still cleaning up the remaining aliens, and then at Arthur who was lying on the side, gritted his teeth.

How sad, Lancelot, to bring such a catastrophe to Britain at the end of his life

Britain is doomed, it's doomed, it is clear to all.

The king has no heir, and his life and death are unknown, and the high-level knights of the round table are almost wiped out.

It is a fact that Britain is destroyed.

Britain, which has lost all its high levels, will surely fall into chaos, but at least it has not become a paradise for aliens. It still belongs to human beings, and it is still the homeland of human beings.

Lancelot's vision was blurred, he watched a knight in purple leather armor running towards him, two lines of turbid tears could not help shedding.

goodbye my son

The Knights of the Round Table, Gawain, and Lancelot, left.

Galahad shook Lancelot's body unbelievably frantically, but the "irresponsible" father was unable to respond to his son's grief.

Bedivere crawled in the direction of the king with difficulty.

During the war, no one was uninjured, and Bedivere lost not only his prosthesis, but many other things.

Like an eyeball, like half a burnt face.

With his eyes that could see clearly, he stared intently at the fainted Arthur.

He climbed to the king's side and helped him up.

Arthur is not dead, or rather, she is not dead.

The holy sword of the stars made by the core of the planet blessed her, and together with the blessing of Wang Xuanjian, she was immortal and youthful.

Therefore, at the age of nearly forty, she still looks as youthful and energetic as the 15-year-old who pulled out Wang Xuanjian.

Bedivere tried to shake Arthur, but found that although Arthur was still breathing, there was no sign of waking up.

He understood, Wang was too tired.Just like Gawain and Anno, he released holy light with the same high frequency, and also liberated the holy spear Lungominiad beyond the specifications. Wang was already too tired, and he had no physical strength at all.

Only need to replenish Wang's stamina

Bedivere thought about it for a while, then he was ruthless, stretched out his intact arm, and bit it with his teeth.

The gurgling blood flowed through Arthur's throat, and Bedivere looked down at Arthur: "King, please wake up."

"Please at least tell me your last wish!"

Bedivere cried and said, but felt the arm he was feeding to Arthur's mouth being pushed away.

He lowered his head in surprise, just in time to see Arthur's stern gaze.

"Bei Qing bandage it." Arthur sighed.

"I'm tired," she said tiredly and reproachfully, "I didn't protect Britain well."

Big big tears flowed from her eyes.

"I didn't protect my army, not even Mordred"

"Bei Qing, go, go and give the source of my immortality back to the fairy in the lake."

"I'm tired, let me rest for a while." She said with a trembling voice.

=== Chapter [-] I am a spark forged into Britain ===

The aliens have all perished.

Anno, who lost his left arm and was wrapped in blood red, stood on the wasteland, swaying left and right alone.

Tick.

It was not rain that fell, but blood.

The blood wrapped around Anno's body fell drop by drop on the ground.

The blood color slowly faded, revealing a thin and bloodless old face.

But his eyes were very bright.

Anno fell to one side weakly, but was supported by someone.

He looked aside, his grandson, Galahad, was holding his right arm.

There were still unwiped tears on Galahad's face.

"Grandfather...Father he..." Galahad said to Anno choked up.

Annuo's pupils shrank, but he just sighed.

He touched Galahad's head, and his throat was speechless.

With his right hand he motioned Galahad to take him to the king's side.

Except for the Palamides in Camelot, the other four Knights of the Round Table are here.

Bedivere had lost so much blood and was so sad that he had lost consciousness.

Anno knelt beside Arthur and looked at Arthur's face.

"Uncle Anno..." Arturia looked at this familiar but unfamiliar face and wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything.

"I'm here, Liya...I'm..." Anno forced a few words out of his throat, but spit out a mouthful of blood.

But he didn't feel it: "Liya... You really, have... decided this way..."

He was talking about the holy sword, the source of Artoria's immortality.

"I'm very tired, Uncle Anno." She was clearly talking about sad things, but there was a smile on Arturia's face.

"That's it...that's it..." Anno also smiled, but this withered face was ugly.

He took seven envelopes from his pocket and handed them to Galahad.

Then, without being supported by Galahad, he just stood up, picked up Arthur's holy sword, and limped to leave.

"Grandfather!" Galahad wanted to catch up, but saw Anno wave his hand, signaling him not to follow.

Galahad couldn't control his emotions any longer and knelt on the ground and cried.

Those seven envelopes are the seven suicide letters written by Anno from his youth to the present.

……

I don't know how long it took.

Anno, who was already approaching the limit, walked from the hill to the jungle, from the jungle to the lake.

Sitting by the lake is a young man in a white robe.

With sad and regretful eyes, he looked at the dying old man.

However, Anno didn't care about him at all.

He seemed to perform a sacred ceremony, and after praying, he threw the sword of vowed victory into the lake.

The fairy barely stretched out a hand from the lake, caught the holy sword, and then sank back.